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The mayor hides the crime
council woman
Public gets but forget the vote date
Weatherman complaining, sun, it's raining
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend suggesting
you're not all of the rest.

Garbage ain't collected, ain't protected
using people, they've been abusing
The mafia's bigger, like pollution in the river
And you tell me that is where it's at.

Woke up this moming with an ache in my
Splashed on my clothes as I out of bed
the window to listen to the news
But all I was the Establishment's Blues.

Gun sales are soaring, housewives find boring
Divorce the only answer smoking cancer
This gonna fall soon, to an angry young tune
And that's a concrete fact.

The digs population, freedom from taxation
Teeny are up tight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is flirting I stop so I'm hurting
sells her hopeless chest.

Adultery the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction
The little man shafted, sons and monies drafted
Living by a piece, new war in the far east.
Can you the Rorschach test?

It's a is an educated guess.
Well, frankly I couldn't less.